"Could you do me a favor and let Grandpa Xiao answer the phone?" Not wanting to get any more entangled with her, Wan'er just wanted to get to the point quickly.

"What, you call him Grandpa Xiao? Have you no shame? You don't sound young either. How can you call him that? Do you know how young he is? You woman, you are absolutely despicable!" The woman on the other end of the phone was not only rude, but also full of hostility.

"Then, but, lovely little fairy, could you tell me where you live?" Wan'er frowned, but could only clench her fists and exhale deeply.

"I'm not your fairy godmother, you're disgusting! You're not welcome in my house. Anyone who sees a woman like you is doomed. I'm not talking to you anymore, out of sight, out of mind." The other person snorted and slammed the phone down.

Judging from her attitude, it seems that no matter what Wan'er says, it will be wrong.

How could there be such a woman? She's clearly being unreasonable and utterly irrational. But what can I do now? This is the only phone number I know, and it's my only clue right now!

Wan'er held her phone, feeling both angry and anxious, with tears welling up in her eyes, yet she was at a loss for what to do.

"Damn it, let me call!" Mercury retorted, taking the phone from her hand. She stretched out her finger and dialed the number, but all she heard was a busy tone; no one answered.

"Let's have breakfast first. Don't rush it. Besides, there's no use in rushing." Auntie had already brought over the cooked noodles and placed them on the table.

"Eat up, eat up, these noodles are freshly made, they're not only soft but also have a great chewy texture." Seeing everyone's gloomy faces, Auntie sat at the table, picked up a mouthful of noodles, stuffed it into her mouth, and deliberately smacked her lips, exclaiming how delicious it was.

"This is outrageous!" Mercury couldn't help but get angry and threw her phone onto the chair next to her with a "thud!"

Turning around, she angrily picked up her bowl and buried her head in her food, slurping it down.

What a weirdo! You've made my Wan'er so angry. Don't let me run into you, or I'll give you a good beating!

Seeing Wan'er's aggrieved expression as she absentmindedly ate her noodles, the little prince felt indignant and his eyes fell on the cell phone lying on the chair...

"Wan'er, let's eat something first," her uncle advised from across the table.

"Forget it, I'm not thinking about him anymore. I'll finish my meal first and think of another way later. I refuse to believe I can't find him." Wan'er took a deep breath, tilted her head back, blinked, picked up the bowl of noodles in front of her, saw the egg on top, picked it up, and muttered to herself, "I'll give this egg to the little prince. That cat eats so much. Every morning, the thing he's most eager to do is eat. This guy's appetite is getting better and better."

"You eat by yourself, child. I prepared it for him a long time ago; it's in the big pot on the stove. Finish yours first, then feed him," Auntie quickly reminded Wan'er upon hearing this.

"Oh," Wan'er nodded, a little embarrassed. After quickly eating a bite of noodles, she turned her head and realized the Little Prince wasn't beside her. Wait! Where's the Little Prince? Isn't he always by the table during meals? Why isn't he here now…?

A sudden chill ran through her, and Wan'er quickly stood up, still holding the noodles in her hands, and prepared to search around.

While eating her noodles, Wan'er searched everywhere, both in front of and behind the house downstairs, but still couldn't find him.

"Little Prince, come out quickly, breakfast is ready!" Wan'er called out repeatedly. But no cat responded.